The Reapers new Master: a Black Butler Fan Fiction

You want a funeral?

"So now that the awkwardness of the previous events have passed we can move on to business." Said William as he stood from the chair he had been sitting in, while Mercy was a bit groggy. "As I observed your skills with handling your scythe, I shall recommend to the administration to give you the written exams firstly." 

"What! Why does she get to move onto the written exams right away!" Shouted Ronald in outrage. "I had to take all those classes and damn lessons all those years and... and... It's totally unfair!" 

"I'm not going to agree with either of you but...." Said Grell as he scratched his head. "I don't think she's ready for those exams just yet. Maybe she should take a few classes first." 

"Wait what are you all talking about?" Asked Mercy as she sat up, she had been lying on the floor half conscious attempting to forget the kiss her sister had given her. "And what do you mean by classes?" 

"Oh thank goodness your awake!" Said Undertaker as he walked in with a cart of coffee and cookies. "Good timing too I made coffee." He said as he handed her and everyone else coffee. 

"Oh thank goodness your awake is right!" Said Grell as he walked over to hold Mercy in his arms. "I thought it was serious for a moment there." 

"Yes I'm awake, now will you please tell me what you all were talking about." Said Mercy as she hugged Grell back. "And could you also tell me what you mean by classes and lessons and exams?" 

"Very well then, as you may or may not know, all reapers are required to take classes and a final exam in order to receive their proper spectacles and become full fledged reapers." Said William as he adjusted his spectacles. "A majority of the people in this room were born in the world of reapers, but a few of us, you and Grell, were born in this world. Since Grell was taken away at age five he was able to begin his lessons immediately and adjusted very quickly to the life of a reaper. But since you were born and raised and lived in the human realm you may have a hard time adjusting to the reaper society and may become a reaper later than usual. This is not uncommon, for many of these 'birth right' reapers go on to live normal lives within the reaper society. But seeing your skill today with a death scythe, and seeing as how you already have a bit of knowledge of reaping thanks to the text books I loaned to you. I feel that you should move straight to the written and practical exams to becoming a reaper. Do you have any questions?" 

"Yes I have a few." Said Mercy as she stared at Grell. "You were born in the human realm too?" 

"Huh! Oh yes, my parents tried to drown me the day the reaper society came to claim me." Said Grell with a calm smile, trying to hide his pain of his childhood. "The day they died I had to reap their souls. Turns out they both suffered from a mental illness, they were sad when they took me away but they were also happy that I would be safe too." 

"So reapers born here have to reap the souls of their relatives then?" Asked Mercy as she looked sadden thinking she would have to reap her families souls. 

"Well yes and no." Said William as he sat back down, seeing as how it was pointless to keep standing if everyone was sitting. "You can choose to if you like, administration will contact you when they are on the very edge of death, but you can also decline and let someone else do it for you. It's all up to you if you want to know the memories of your family members." 

"Oh I see..." Said Mercy as Grell held her closer, seeing as how the thought of reaping her loved ones souls bothered her a bit. "What if I'm not a reaper by the time one of them passes? If they die early or something like that." 

"Then administration will allow you to go with the reaper that has their file, if you still wish to see the cinematic records of your family." Said William as he sipped his coffee. "But like I said it's all up to you, and like I said I will recommend they allow you to take the exams right away." 

"Oh well thank you William but I think I'll take Grell's advice and take a few classes first." Said Mercy as she cuddled up to Grell. "So when exactly do I have to go?" 

"This Friday, or you may choose to leave now if you are ready." Said William as he adjusted his spectacles again. "It's all up to you, as long as you are ready by this Friday or a week after your birthday. You still have to leave." 

"Alright since Friday is about a week away, why don't we plan a funeral." Said Mercy as she stood up and walked to Undertaker. "Well what do you say Adrian? Will you plan my funeral?" 

"Yes! Yes Yes!" Cheered Undertaker as he jumped up and down. "Oh it will be perfect! It will be the most beautiful funeral in history!" Shouted Undertaker with excitement as he ran out of the room like a horse from a starting line.

"So you want a funeral?" Asked William. "How very strange."

"It's not strange at all." Said Grell "It actually makes sense, seeing as how she will become death."

"Plus I feel it would be best to do it this way too." Said Mercy as she laid down on a chaise. "What a better metaphor for me going to the realm of death, than with a ceremony that symbolizes just that."

"I see very well." Said William as he finished his coffee. "If there is anything I can do I'd be happy to help." 

"Good I was going to ask if you could arrange for the local newspaper to have an obituary made for me." Said Mercy as she pulled out a convenient bottle of wine and a glass. "Have them say I died of my asthma that I've suffered from since I was young." 

"Alright this has been a pending question but...." Said Grell as he stood to his feet. "How can you have asthma if your a reaper? We don't get things like that and where on earth are you hiding these bottles of wine? I look everywhere and can never find them."

"Just because I'm a reaper doesn't mean I can't get panic attacks." Said Mercy as she poured wine into the glass. "The doctors said it was very easy to treat my attacks with an inhaler. So ever since I was a little girl I've suffered from chronic panic attacks.... Not asthma, it was just a little scheme my family cooked up a long time ago so no one would find out." 

"Wait so you panic a lot?" Asked Ronald as he stared at Mercy with skepticism. "So you of all people panic? That sounds absolutely crazy, your so cool and calm. How can you panic?" 

"I said it was Chronic." Said Mercy as she sipped her wine. "I have no real control over my chronic panic attacks. No one has control over anything like that. It just happens."

"I see well that explains everything then." Said Grell as he walked over to Mercy and took away the wine and glass from her. "I'll just take this for now since we don't want people thinking you died from intoxication." 

"Oh come on Grell, you guys came here to celebrate my birthday right?" Asked Mercy as she sat up like a mermaid. "What's a party without a few drinks?" 

"Yeah come on Grell let's drink the night away!" Cheered Ronald as he unwrapped the gift he got for Mercy, it was a bottle of scotch. "See look I brought some booze!"

"But I don't like letting you drink so much." Said Grell as he sat down next Mercy.

"Is it because you think I'm a drunk?" Asked Mercy as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'll have you know I am not a drunk but a drinking enthusiast."

 "That sounds like something a drunk would say." Said William as he stood from his chair. "I'm going to go file the obituary then." He said before leaving the room. 

"Well what should we do now then?" Asked Ronald as he sat in Williams chair.

"You can get to work on my funeral cards." Said Mercy as she stood to her feet and headed for the door. "I'm going to go take a nap." She said as she opened the door. "Grell are you coming?"

"Huh? Oh yes, indeed I am." Said Grell as he grinned and followed behind Mercy.

"I think I might take a nap too." Said Ronald as he closed the curtains and removed his glasses. "I think I might dream about that kiss Mercy had with her sister."    

I just realized I used a euphemism..... It's a dirty joke now.